Lyrics Love Created I [Marcus Teaching] - Tarrus Riley

Love Created I [Marcus Teaching]

Blessed love…
Satta Massagana…
Igziabeher, Negust, Negast
Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey
Kebra Negast means 'Glory of Kings'
Give I and I Selassie I and keep the guy with the blue eyes… for yourself
'Cause people without a vision perish like suicide, mmm
You tell me it’s not about color
Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
Woah woah, yeah yeah
All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused
They don’t know who to call on in this I-ritical war
And you tell me of a paradise inna sky, but that’s a lie
And you tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I
Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
No, no
Look how they’re treating us
This new millennium slavery
I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily
And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin
And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin
You tell me its not about color
Still you refuse to take the images out your books
I know that’s not how we look, Kush
Don’t take offense when we shout, «Black power!»
It carries us through, we’ve been abused
Put yourself in my shoes
And no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie
Don’t tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I, ha!
Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo, doo
Hey
Look how they’re treating us
This new millennium slavery
I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily
And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin
And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin
You tell me its not about color
Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
Woah woah
All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused
They don’t know who to call on in this yah spiritual war
So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie
And no tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I
Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie
No come tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I
and I
Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
You can’t fool me, no, no
You!
can’t fool me, no, no
Yeah…